Oh, it’s a sleepy little town, not much to see. I remember visiting a memorial to Abraham Lincoln somewhere in a park. I admired him when I was just a young girl. My favorite place was the library, where I would pore over old copies of Life magazine. My favorite years were the 1940s.

Me, too, except it was my grandmother’s garage — stacks & stacks of life magazines. I poured over each issue a dozen times or more. Esp. Life goes to the Movies. I knew of Chaplin, Keaton, &c. only from still photos. There were no videos stores, yet.